Hey guys. I am sooooo sorry about this huge lapse of time that has passed without me posting anything! My laptop charger broke, and I only recently got a new one. Plus, school work has been overwhelming. I could have found time to post a new chapter, but I just haven't been in the right place. Hope you understand, and I hope you like this chapter, and haven't all lost faith in me yet!

I don't own Harry Potter!

Hermione was coming down the stairs for lunch as Ginny slammed the door from the kitchen that led to the garden. Harry spun around, face red, as he ran his fingers through his already messy hair, to turn to Hermione. She raised her eyebrows at him.

Harry took a deep breath. "It's nothing," he said.

Hermione placed her hand on her hip and looked at him, her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline.

"Ah! Nothing! Just...Just she can be so damn sensitive sometimes and I don't know how to deal with it at all...I mean... Bloody hell I was just telling her I liked the blouse she was wearing, and then she went off on me about how I told her that in a weird voice or some rubbish like that and the next thing I know she's storming off like I just told her her head was shaped oddly, when really, all I did was tell her I liked the blouse she was wearing!" he finished with a desperate sigh. "I don't know what to do with her sometimes. Really."

Hermione giggled. "She probably didn't like you saying that because the blouse she's wearing today is much too small for her; she was complaining about it just this morning, and about how she didn't have any clothes. So she probably thought you were just trying to make it better or something, when she obviously doesn't feel that it is okay that the majority of her clothes don't fit her properly."

"Oh," said Harry sheepishly.

"Yep."

"Maybe...Maybe I should take her shopping?"

"Sounds like a smart move." Hermione grinned.

"Thanks Hermione, you're a lifesaver. Like always."

As he began to walk toward her to give her a hug, he tripped over the rug and fell into Hermione. She shrieked and began laughing as they fell, tangled, to the ground.

"Ack, Hermione, I can't get up, you're on my robes!"

"How did that even happen?" Hermione laughed, finding this much more funny than it actually was, maybe because she was so caught up in how wonderful things with Ron were going. Everything was going so well with him, she just couldn't stop smiling.

Ron cleared his throat from the doorway.

"Sorry to interrupt, but an owl just came for you Hermione," he said bluntly, throwing a letter onto the table and strutting back out of the room.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances before finally managing to get back on their feet.

"What was that about?" Harry asked.

"No idea..." she said faintly, her smile fading, as she opened the already broken seal to her letter. A look of understanding appeared on her face. "Oh. Of course. It's from Viktor. I doubt Ron even bothered to read the rest of the letter, not after he saw who it was from."

"And I suppose him walking in on us on the ground didn't really help much either, hmm.." Harry said.

"He can be such a prat sometimes, honestly..." Hermione said as she gave the letter to Harry to read.

Harry scanned the letter, his eyes widening as he did so. "Wow. Complementary tickets to Bulgaria's next match? Wicked! And he says you can bring 3 friends...Hmmmm..."

"Oh yes, I wonder who I'll take. I guess you and Ginny, but I'm not sure who else would want to come. Maybe George I guess..." Hermione said, carrying on with mock curiosity.

"Oh come on Hermione, you know Ron'll come around. He's just being...Ron. You know that."

"Of course I know that! But still! He can be so...AGH!" Hermione stamped her foot.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that Harry Potter!" And she slammed the door behind her, intent on finding Ginny.

Harry stared at the door. Wow, he thought. I'm so talented...I can make two different girls storm out of the room in a matter of minutes.

Then he headed up to Ron's room to talk some sense into him, knowing that it would be a stupid thing to do to go out into the garden at the moment.

He didn't bother with knocking, he just walked right in. Ron glared up at him from his bed.

"What."

"Stop being a prat, will you?"

"Excuse me?" Ron said, sitting up and putting his legs on the ground.

"I said, stop being a prat. The way you jump to conclusions like that is really thick of you."

Ron glared at him. "Oh yeah? Well the way you had your hands all over my girlfriend was pretty thick of you too, there, mate," Ron sputtered, putting an emphasis on the last word.

Harry rolled his eyes. He was used to this. "Seriously, you've gotta stop being so mental. I tripped on the rug, and fell onto her. Do you really think I'd go for Hermione? You of all people know how I feel about Ginny and-" his sentence trailed off as Ron broke in.

"You know what, Harry? I'm not so sure what I know anymore. I thought that I knew a lot of people, but now all of a sudden, Hermione's got a letter from Vicky," he said with a sneer. "And you're on top of Hermione..." he trailed off and slumped back on his bed.

Harry just looked at him.

"Blimey...what is with me? I know you're not into Hermione. And...And I know that Hermione's into me. Right?"

Harry nodded encouragingly. "She's seemed so happy lately."

"Yeah...Yeah she has..."

Harry was already walked back down the stairs, laughing to himself at how mental Ron could be sometimes, to go talk to Ginny when he remembered.

"Oh hey! You might want to clear your schedule for Bulgaria's next match!" he shouted back up to Ron's room.

"WHAT?"

To be continued, soon hopefully. Reviews would be appreciated, and I am really sorry again that this has taken so long. I hope you liked this chapter, suggestions would be great!

And thanks so much to all the people who have reviewed! :)